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Donald Trump Limericks IV The Hair Flap by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" The hair flap was truly a scare: Trump’s bald as a billiard back there! The whole nation laughed At the state of his graft; Now the man’s wigging out, so beware! Stumped and Stomped by Trump by Michael R. Burch There once was a candidate, Trump, whose message rang clear at the stump: "Vote for me, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!, because I am ME, and everyone else is a chump!" Toupée or Not Toupée, That is the Question by Michael R. Burch There once was a brash billionaire who couldn't afford decent hair. Vexed voters agreed: "We're a nation in need!" But toupée the price, do we dare? Toupée or Not Toupée, This is the Answer by Michael R. Burch Oh crap, we elected Trump prez! Now he's Simon: we must do what he sez! For if anyone thinks And says his "plan" stinks, He'll wig out 'neath that weird orange fez! White as a Sheet by Michael R. Burch Donald Trump had a real Twitter Scare then rushed off to fret, vent and share: “How dare Bernie quote what I just said and wrote? Like Megyn he’s mean, cruel, unfair!” Humpty Trumpty by Michael R. Burch Humpty Trumpty called for a wall. Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall. Now all the Grand Wizards and Faux PR men Can never put Trumpty together again. Viral Donald (I) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Donald Trump is coronaviral: his brain's in a downward spiral. His pale nimbus of hair proves there's nothing up there but an empty skull, fluff and denial. Viral Donald (II) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Why didn't Herr Trump, the POTUS, protect us from the Coronavirus? That weird orange corona of hair's an alarm: Trump is the Virus in Human Form! No Star by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump, you're no "star." Putin made you an American Czar. Now, if we continue down this dark path you've chosen, pretty soon we'll all be wearing lederhosen. How the Fourth ***** Ramped Up by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump prepped his pale Deplorables: "You're such easy marks and scorables! So now when I bray click your heels and obey, and I'll soon promote you to Horribles!" The Ex-Prez Sez The prez should be above the law, he sez, even though he’s no longer prez. —Michael R. Burch Trump Dump by Michael R. Burch There once was a con man named Trump who just loved to take dumps at the stump. “What use is the truth?” he cried, with real ruth, “Just come kiss my fat orange **** Limerick-Ode to a Much-Eaten A$$ by Michael R. Burch There wonst wus a president, Trump, whose greatest a$$ (et) wus his **** It wus padded ’n’ shiny, that great orange hiney, but to drain it we’d need a sump pump! Interpretation: In this alleged "ode" a southern member of the Trump cult complains that Trump's a$$ produces so much ***** matter that his legions of a$$-kissers can't hope to drain it and need mechanical a$$-istance! Stumped and Stomped by Trump by Michael R. Burch There once was a candidate, Trump, whose message rang clear at the stump: "Vote for me, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!, because I am ME, and everyone else is a chump!" Raw Spewage (I) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump is a chump who talks through his **** he's a political sump pump! Raw Spewage (II) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump is a chump who talks through his **** he's a garbage dump in need of a sump pump! Keywords/Tags: Trump limerick, Trump limericks, limerick, nonsense, light, verse, humor, humorous, donald, trump, president, ignoramus, ***** imbecile, conman, fraud, liar, shill, criminal, huckster, snake oil salesman, Twitter, tweet, tweety OTHER TRUMP LIMERICKS, POEMS AND EPIGRAMS Poets laud Justice’s high principles. Trump just gropes her raw genitals. —Michael R. Burch Dark Shroud, Silver Lining by Michael R. Burch Trump cares so little for the silly pests who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests: “The silver lining of this dark corona is that I’m not obliged to touch the fauna!” Zip It by Michael R. Burch Trump pulled a cute stunt, wore his pants back-to-front, and now he’s the **** of bald jokes: “Is he coming, or going?” “Eeek! His diaper is showing!” But it’s all much ado, says Snopes. There once was a senator, Cruz, whose whole life was one pus-oozing schmooze. When Trump called his wife ugly, Cruz brown-nosed him smugly, then went on a sweet Cancun cruise. —Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition” Mini-Ode to a Quickly Shrinking American Icon by Michael R. Burch Rudy, Rudy, strange and colludy, how does your pardon grow? “With demons like hell’s and progress like snails’ and criminals all in a row!” Christmas is Coming alternate lyrics by Michael R. Burch Christmas is coming; Trump’s goose is getting plucked. Please put the Ukraine in his pocketbook. If you haven’t got the Ukraine, some bartered Kurds will do. But if you’re short on blackmail, well, the yoke’s on you! Christmas is coming and Rudy can’t make bail. Please send LARGE donations, or the Cause may fail. If you haven’t got a billion, five hundred mil will do. But if you’re short on cash, the LASH will fall on you! Fake News, Probably by Michael R. Burch The elusive Orange-Tufted Fitz-Gibbon is the rarest of creatures—rarer by far than Sasquatch and the Abominable Snowman (although they are very similar in temperament and destructive capabilities). While the common gibbon is not all that uncommon, the orange-tufted genus has been found less frequently in the fossil record than hobbits and unicorns. The Fitz-Gibbon sub-genus is all the more remarkable because it apparently believes itself to be human, and royalty, no less! Now there are rumors—admittedly hard to believe—that an Orange-Tufted Fitz-Gibbon resides in the White House and has been spotted playing with the nuclear codes while chattering incessantly about attacking China, Mexico, Iran and North Korea. We find it very hard to credit such reports. Surely American voters would not elect an ape with self-destructive tendencies president! Keywords/Tags: Trump, Donald Trump, poems, epigrams, quotes, quotations, Rudy Giuliani, Ted Cruz, Cancun, Christmas Trump Limericks aka Slimericks The Nazis now think things’re grand. The KKK’s hirin’ a band. Putin’s computin’ Less Ukrainian shootin’. They’re hootin’ ’cause Trump’s win is planned. —Michael R. Burch Trump comes with a few grotesque catches: He likes to ***** unoffered snatches; He loves to ICE kids; His brain’s on the skids; And then there’s the coups the fiend hatches. —Michael R. Burch Trump’s Saddest Tweet to Date by Michael R. Burch I’ve gotten all out of kilter. My erstwhile yuge tool is a wilter! I now sleep in bed. Few hairs on my head. Inhibitions? I now have no filter! the best of all possible whirls, for MAGA by Michael R. Burch ive made a mistake or two. okay, maybe quite more than a few: mistakes by the millions, the billions and zillions, but remember: ur LORD made u! where were u when HEE passed out brains? or did u politely abstain? u call GAUD “infallible” when HEE made u so gullible u cant come inside when Trump reigns. Mercedes Benz by Michael R. Burch I'd like to do a song of great social and political import. It goes like this: Oh Donnie, won't you lend me your Mercedes Benz? My friends ***** in Porsches, I must make amends! Like you, I f-cked my partners and now have no friends. So, Donnie won't you sell me your Mercedes Benz? Oh Donnie, won't you rent me your **** import? You need to pay your lawyers: a **** for a tort! I’ll await her delivery each day until three. And Donnie, please throw in Ivanka for free! Oh, Donnie won't you buy me a night on the town? I'm counting on you, Don, so don't let me down! Oh, prove you're a ******* and bring them around. Oh, Donnie won't you buy me a night on the town? Oh Donnie, won't you lend me your Mercedes Benz? My friends ***** in Porsches, I must make amends! Like you, I f-cked my partners and now have no friends. So, Donnie won't you sell me your Mercedes Benz? Ode to a Pismire by Michael R. Burch Drumpf is a ***** his hair’s in a Fritz. Drumpf is a missy: he won’t drink Schlitz. Drumpf’s cobra-hissy though he lives in the Ritz. Drumpf is so pissy his diaper’s the Shitz. The Ballade of Large Marge Greene by Michael R. Burch Marge is large and in charge, like a barge. Yes, our Marge is quite large, like a hefty surcharge. Like a sarge, say LaFarge, apt to over-enlarge creating dissent before the final discharge. Trump Limericks aka Slimericks The Nazis now think things’re grand. The KKK’s hirin’ a band. Putin’s computin’ Less Ukrainian shootin’. They’re hootin’ ’cause Trump’s win is planned. —Michael R. Burch Trump comes with a few grotesque catches: He likes to ***** unoffered snatches; He loves to ICE kids; His brain’s on the skids; And then there’s the coups the fiend hatches. —Michael R. Burch Trump’s Saddest Tweet to Date by Michael R. Burch I’ve gotten all out of kilter. My erstwhile yuge tool is a wilter! I now sleep in bed. Few hairs on my head. Inhibitions? I now have no filter! the best of all possible whirls, for MAGA by Michael R. Burch ive made a mistake or two. okay, maybe quite more than a few: mistakes by the millions, the billions and zillions, but remember: ur LORD made u! where were u when HEE passed out brains? or did u politely abstain? u call GAUD “infallible” when HEE made u so gullible u cant come inside when Trump reigns. My Sin-cere Endorsement of a Trump Cultist by Michael R. Burch If you choose to be an idiot, who can prevent you? If you love to do evil, why then, by all means, go serve the con who sent you! Bird’s Eye View Michael R. Burch So many fantasical inventions, but what are man’s intentions? I don’t trust their scooty cars. And what about their plans for Mars? Their landfills’ high retentions? The dodos they fail to mention? I don’t trust Trump’s “clean coal” cars, and what the hell are his plans for Mars? Untitled Don't disturb him in his inner sanctum Or he’ll have another Trumper Tantrum. —Michael R. Burch It turns out the term was prophetic, since "conservatives" now serve a con. — Michael R. Burch To live among you — ah! — as among vipers, coldblooded creatures not knowing right from wrong, adoring Trump, hissing and spitting venom. Trump rhymes with chump grump frump lifelong slump illogical jump garbage dump sewage clump sump pump dry **** cancerous lump malignant bump unpleasingly plump slovenly schlump yuge enormous diaper-clad **** and someone we voters are going to thump and whump —Michael R. Burch Putin's Lootin's by Michael R. Burch They’re dropping like flies: Putin’s “allies.” Ah, but who gets their funny money? Two birds with one stone: no dissent, buy a drone. For tyrants the darkest day’s sunny! Preempted by Michael R. Burch Friends, I admit that I’m often tempted to say what I think about Trump, but all such thought’s been preempted by the sight of that Yuge Orange **** Mate Check by Michael R. Burch The editorial board of the Washington Post is “very worried that American women don’t want to marry Trump supporters.” Supporting Trump puts a crimp in dating (not to mention mating). So, ***** dudes, if you’d like to bed intelligent gals, and possibly wed, it’s time to jettison that red MAGA cap and tweet “farewell” to an orange sap. Squid on the Skids by Michael R. Burch Sidney Powell howled in 2020: “The Kraken will roar through the land of plenty!” But she recalled the Terror in 2023 with a slippery, slimy, squid-like plea. The Kraken Cracked by Michael R. Burch She’s singing like a canary. Who says krakens are scary? Squidney said the election was hacked, but when all her lies were unpacked, the crackpot kraken cracked. Now, with a shrill, high-pitched squeal, The kraken has cut a deal. Oh, tell it with jubilation: the kraken is on probation! Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and votes, for you are my retribution. May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats and bigger and deeper moats as part of my sweet resolution? Please consider a YUGE contribution, a mountain of lovely C-notes, for you are my retribution. Revenge is our only solution, since my critics are weasels and stoats. Come, second my sweet resolution! The New Year’s no time for dilution of the anger of victimized GOATs, when you are my retribution. Forget the ****** Constitution! To dictators “ideals” are footnotes. My New Year’s resolution? You are my retribution. Two Trump Truisms by Michael R. Burch When Trump’s the culprit everyone’s a “snitch.” It ain’t a “witch hunt” when the perp’s a witch. Horrid Porridge by Michael R. Burch My apologies to porridge for this unfortunate association with an unwholesome human being. Why is Trump orange, like porridge (though not some we’re likely to forage)? The gods of yore knew long before Trump was born, to a life of deplorage, that his face must conform to the uniform he’d wear for his prison decorage! Dictionary Definition of Trump by Michael R. Burch Trump is a chump; he’s the freep of a frump; he’s an orange-skinned Grinch and, much worse, he’s a Grump!; he’s a creep; he’s a Sheik (sans harem); a skunk!; **** the veep!” he’s a murderous coup d’tot-er in a slump; “Drain the swamps, then refill them with my crocodilian donors!”; Trump is a ****** with insufficient ****** Trump is, as he predicted, a constitutional crisis; Trump is our non-so-sweet American vanilla ISIS; Trump is a thief who will bring the world to grief; Trump is a whiner and our Pleader-in-Chief. Triple Trump by Michael R. Burch No one ever ******* a Trump like Trump. He turned Mar-a-Lago into a dump and spewed filth at the stump like a sump pump while looking like a moulting Orange Hefalump! Trump made the Grinch seem like just another Grump by giving darker Whos a “get lost” lump. No colored child was spared from his Neanderthalic thump. Trump gave fascists a fist-bump, consulted **** servers for an info-dump and invited Russian agents for a late-night **** Don the Con con-sidered laws a speed bump, fired anyone who ever tried to be an ump, and gave every evil known to man a quantum jump. You may think he’s just plump and a chump, with the style of a frump, the posture of a shlump, his brain in a slump, and perhaps too inclined for a porn-star **** while being deprived by his parents of a necessary whump ... but when it comes to political ***** Trump is the **** #TRUMP #DONTHECON #MRBTRUMP #MRBDONTHECON #MRBPOEMS Keywords/Tags: light verse, nonsense verse, doggerel, limerick, humor, humorous verse, light poetry, ***** salacious, ribald, risque, naughty, **** spicy, adult, nature, politics, religion, science, relationships Scratch-n-Sniff by Michael R. Burch The world’s first antinatalist limerick? Life comes with a terrible catch: It’s like starting a fire with a match. Though the flames may delight In the dark of the night, In the end what remains from the scratch? Time Out! by Michael R. Burch Time is at war with my body! am i Time’s most diligent hobby? for there’s never Time out from my low-t and gout and my once-brilliant mind has grown stodgy! Waiting Game by Michael R. Burch Nothing much to live for, yet no good reason to die: life became a waiting game... Rain from a clear blue sky. Nipples' Ripples by Michael R. Burch Men are scared of ******* that’s why they can’t be seen. For if they were, we’d go to war as in the days of Troy, I ween. Devil’s Wheel by Michael R. Burch A billion men saw your pink ****** What will the pard say to you, Sundays? Yes, your ******* were cute, but the shocked Devil, mute, now worries about reckless fundies. A ***** Goes **** by Michael R. Burch She wore near-invisible ******* and, my, she looked good in her scanties! But the real nudists claimed she was “over-framed.” Now she’s bare-assed and shocking her aunties! MVP! by Michael R. Burch Will Ohtani hit 65 homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, make it cute and okay to write KKK while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Will Ohtani hit 65homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, prove the nemesis of white supremacists while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Will Ohtani hit 65 homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, cause supremacists to cease and desist while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Keywords/Tags: limerick, limericks, double limerick, triple limerick, humor, light verse, nonsense verse, doggerel, humor, humorous verse, light poetry, ***** ribald, irreverent, funny, satire, satirical OTHER LIMERICKS AND POEMS Red State Reject by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" I once was a pessimist but now I’m more optimistic, ever since I discovered my fears were unsupported by any statistic. The Red State Reaction by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Where the hell are they hidin’ Sleepy Joe Biden? And how the hell can the bleep Do so much, IN HIS SLEEP? Mating Calls, or, Purdy Please! Limericks by Michael R. Burch 1. Nine-thirty? Feeling flirty (and, indeed, a trifle ***** I decided to ring prudish Eleanor Purdy ... When I rang her to bang her, it seems my words stang her! She hung up the phone, so I banged off, alone. 2. Still dreaming to hold something skirty, I once again rang our reclusive Miss Purdy. She sounded unhappy, called me “daffy” and “sappy,” and that was before the gal heard me! 3. It was early A.M., ’bout two-thirty, when again I enquired with the regal Miss Purdy. With a voice full of hate, she thundered, “It’s LATE!” Was I, perhaps, over-wordy? 4. At 3:42, I was feeling blue, and so I dialed up Miss You-Know-Who, thinking to bed her and quite possibly wed her, but she summoned the cops; now my bail is due! 5. It was probably close to four-thirty the last time I called the miserly Purdy. Although I’m her boarder, the restraining order freezes all assets of that virginity hoarder! Keywords/Tags: limerick, limericks, nonsense verse, humor, humorous, light verse, mating calls, ***** prudish, lonely, loneliness, longing, America Animal Limericks Dot Spotted by Michael R. Burch There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: "I'll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I'm dressed. I wouldn't change even one spot." Stage Craft-y by Michael R. Burch There once was a dromedary who befriended a crafty canary. Budgie said, "You can't sing, but now, here's the thing— just think of the tunes you can carry! " Honeymoon Not-So-Sweet, or, Clyde Lied! by Michael R. Burch There once was a mockingbird, Clyde, who bragged of his prowess, but lied. To his new wife he sighed, "When again, gentle bride? " "Nevermore! " bright-eyed Raven replied. The Mallard by Michael R. Burch The mallard is a fellow whose lips are long and yellow with which he, honking, kisses his ***** boisterous mistress: my pond’s their loud bordello! The Platypus by Michael R. Burch The platypus, myopic, is ungainly, not ****** His feet for bed are over-webbed, and what of his proboscis? The platypus, though, is eager although his means are meager. His sight is poor; perhaps he’ll score with a passing duck or ****** The Better Man by Michael R. Burch   Dear Ed: I don't understand why you will publish this other guy— when I'm brilliant, devoted, one hell of a poet! Yet you publish Anonymous. Fie! Fie! A pox on your head if you favor this poet who's dubious, unsavor y, inconsistent in texts, no address (I checked!) : since he's plagiarized Unknown, I'll wager! "Of Tetley's and V-2's" or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits" by Michael R. Burch The English are very hospitable, but tea-less, alas, they grow pitiable... or pitiless, rather, and quite in a lather! O bother, they're more than formidable.
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Limericks IV - Donald Trump
Donald Trump Limericks IV The Hair Flap by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" The hair flap was truly a scare: Trump’s bald as a billiard back there! The whole nation laughed At the state of his graft; Now the man’s wigging out, so beware! Stumped and Stomped by Trump by Michael R. Burch There once was a candidate, Trump, whose message rang clear at the stump: "Vote for me, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!, because I am ME, and everyone else is a chump!" Toupée or Not Toupée, That is the Question by Michael R. Burch There once was a brash billionaire who couldn't afford decent hair. Vexed voters agreed: "We're a nation in need!" But toupée the price, do we dare? Toupée or Not Toupée, This is the Answer by Michael R. Burch Oh crap, we elected Trump prez! Now he's Simon: we must do what he sez! For if anyone thinks And says his "plan" stinks, He'll wig out 'neath that weird orange fez! White as a Sheet by Michael R. Burch Donald Trump had a real Twitter Scare then rushed off to fret, vent and share: “How dare Bernie quote what I just said and wrote? Like Megyn he’s mean, cruel, unfair!” Humpty Trumpty by Michael R. Burch Humpty Trumpty called for a wall. Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall. Now all the Grand Wizards and Faux PR men Can never put Trumpty together again. Viral Donald (I) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Donald Trump is coronaviral: his brain's in a downward spiral. His pale nimbus of hair proves there's nothing up there but an empty skull, fluff and denial. Viral Donald (II) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Why didn't Herr Trump, the POTUS, protect us from the Coronavirus? That weird orange corona of hair's an alarm: Trump is the Virus in Human Form! No Star by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump, you're no "star." Putin made you an American Czar. Now, if we continue down this dark path you've chosen, pretty soon we'll all be wearing lederhosen. How the Fourth ***** Ramped Up by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump prepped his pale Deplorables: "You're such easy marks and scorables! So now when I bray click your heels and obey, and I'll soon promote you to Horribles!" The Ex-Prez Sez The prez should be above the law, he sez, even though he’s no longer prez. —Michael R. Burch Trump Dump by Michael R. Burch There once was a con man named Trump who just loved to take dumps at the stump. “What use is the truth?” he cried, with real ruth, “Just come kiss my fat orange **** Limerick-Ode to a Much-Eaten A$$ by Michael R. Burch There wonst wus a president, Trump, whose greatest a$$ (et) wus his **** It wus padded ’n’ shiny, that great orange hiney, but to drain it we’d need a sump pump! Interpretation: In this alleged "ode" a southern member of the Trump cult complains that Trump's a$$ produces so much ***** matter that his legions of a$$-kissers can't hope to drain it and need mechanical a$$-istance! Stumped and Stomped by Trump by Michael R. Burch There once was a candidate, Trump, whose message rang clear at the stump: "Vote for me, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!, because I am ME, and everyone else is a chump!" Raw Spewage (I) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump is a chump who talks through his **** he's a political sump pump! Raw Spewage (II) by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trump is a chump who talks through his **** he's a garbage dump in need of a sump pump! Keywords/Tags: Trump limerick, Trump limericks, limerick, nonsense, light, verse, humor, humorous, donald, trump, president, ignoramus, ***** imbecile, conman, fraud, liar, shill, criminal, huckster, snake oil salesman, Twitter, tweet, tweety OTHER TRUMP LIMERICKS, POEMS AND EPIGRAMS Poets laud Justice’s high principles. Trump just gropes her raw genitals. —Michael R. Burch Dark Shroud, Silver Lining by Michael R. Burch Trump cares so little for the silly pests who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests: “The silver lining of this dark corona is that I’m not obliged to touch the fauna!” Zip It by Michael R. Burch Trump pulled a cute stunt, wore his pants back-to-front, and now he’s the **** of bald jokes: “Is he coming, or going?” “Eeek! His diaper is showing!” But it’s all much ado, says Snopes. There once was a senator, Cruz, whose whole life was one pus-oozing schmooze. When Trump called his wife ugly, Cruz brown-nosed him smugly, then went on a sweet Cancun cruise. —Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition” Mini-Ode to a Quickly Shrinking American Icon by Michael R. Burch Rudy, Rudy, strange and colludy, how does your pardon grow? “With demons like hell’s and progress like snails’ and criminals all in a row!” Christmas is Coming alternate lyrics by Michael R. Burch Christmas is coming; Trump’s goose is getting plucked. Please put the Ukraine in his pocketbook. If you haven’t got the Ukraine, some bartered Kurds will do. But if you’re short on blackmail, well, the yoke’s on you! Christmas is coming and Rudy can’t make bail. Please send LARGE donations, or the Cause may fail. If you haven’t got a billion, five hundred mil will do. But if you’re short on cash, the LASH will fall on you! Fake News, Probably by Michael R. Burch The elusive Orange-Tufted Fitz-Gibbon is the rarest of creatures—rarer by far than Sasquatch and the Abominable Snowman (although they are very similar in temperament and destructive capabilities). While the common gibbon is not all that uncommon, the orange-tufted genus has been found less frequently in the fossil record than hobbits and unicorns. The Fitz-Gibbon sub-genus is all the more remarkable because it apparently believes itself to be human, and royalty, no less! Now there are rumors—admittedly hard to believe—that an Orange-Tufted Fitz-Gibbon resides in the White House and has been spotted playing with the nuclear codes while chattering incessantly about attacking China, Mexico, Iran and North Korea. We find it very hard to credit such reports. Surely American voters would not elect an ape with self-destructive tendencies president! Keywords/Tags: Trump, Donald Trump, poems, epigrams, quotes, quotations, Rudy Giuliani, Ted Cruz, Cancun, Christmas Trump Limericks aka Slimericks The Nazis now think things’re grand. The KKK’s hirin’ a band. Putin’s computin’ Less Ukrainian shootin’. They’re hootin’ ’cause Trump’s win is planned. —Michael R. Burch Trump comes with a few grotesque catches: He likes to ***** unoffered snatches; He loves to ICE kids; His brain’s on the skids; And then there’s the coups the fiend hatches. —Michael R. Burch Trump’s Saddest Tweet to Date by Michael R. Burch I’ve gotten all out of kilter. My erstwhile yuge tool is a wilter! I now sleep in bed. Few hairs on my head. Inhibitions? I now have no filter! the best of all possible whirls, for MAGA by Michael R. Burch ive made a mistake or two. okay, maybe quite more than a few: mistakes by the millions, the billions and zillions, but remember: ur LORD made u! where were u when HEE passed out brains? or did u politely abstain? u call GAUD “infallible” when HEE made u so gullible u cant come inside when Trump reigns. Mercedes Benz by Michael R. Burch I'd like to do a song of great social and political import. It goes like this: Oh Donnie, won't you lend me your Mercedes Benz? My friends ***** in Porsches, I must make amends! Like you, I f-cked my partners and now have no friends. So, Donnie won't you sell me your Mercedes Benz? Oh Donnie, won't you rent me your **** import? You need to pay your lawyers: a **** for a tort! I’ll await her delivery each day until three. And Donnie, please throw in Ivanka for free! Oh, Donnie won't you buy me a night on the town? I'm counting on you, Don, so don't let me down! Oh, prove you're a ******* and bring them around. Oh, Donnie won't you buy me a night on the town? Oh Donnie, won't you lend me your Mercedes Benz? My friends ***** in Porsches, I must make amends! Like you, I f-cked my partners and now have no friends. So, Donnie won't you sell me your Mercedes Benz? Ode to a Pismire by Michael R. Burch Drumpf is a ***** his hair’s in a Fritz. Drumpf is a missy: he won’t drink Schlitz. Drumpf’s cobra-hissy though he lives in the Ritz. Drumpf is so pissy his diaper’s the Shitz. The Ballade of Large Marge Greene by Michael R. Burch Marge is large and in charge, like a barge. Yes, our Marge is quite large, like a hefty surcharge. Like a sarge, say LaFarge, apt to over-enlarge creating dissent before the final discharge. Trump Limericks aka Slimericks The Nazis now think things’re grand. The KKK’s hirin’ a band. Putin’s computin’ Less Ukrainian shootin’. They’re hootin’ ’cause Trump’s win is planned. —Michael R. Burch Trump comes with a few grotesque catches: He likes to ***** unoffered snatches; He loves to ICE kids; His brain’s on the skids; And then there’s the coups the fiend hatches. —Michael R. Burch Trump’s Saddest Tweet to Date by Michael R. Burch I’ve gotten all out of kilter. My erstwhile yuge tool is a wilter! I now sleep in bed. Few hairs on my head. Inhibitions? I now have no filter! the best of all possible whirls, for MAGA by Michael R. Burch ive made a mistake or two. okay, maybe quite more than a few: mistakes by the millions, the billions and zillions, but remember: ur LORD made u! where were u when HEE passed out brains? or did u politely abstain? u call GAUD “infallible” when HEE made u so gullible u cant come inside when Trump reigns. My Sin-cere Endorsement of a Trump Cultist by Michael R. Burch If you choose to be an idiot, who can prevent you? If you love to do evil, why then, by all means, go serve the con who sent you! Bird’s Eye View Michael R. Burch So many fantasical inventions, but what are man’s intentions? I don’t trust their scooty cars. And what about their plans for Mars? Their landfills’ high retentions? The dodos they fail to mention? I don’t trust Trump’s “clean coal” cars, and what the hell are his plans for Mars? Untitled Don't disturb him in his inner sanctum Or he’ll have another Trumper Tantrum. —Michael R. Burch It turns out the term was prophetic, since "conservatives" now serve a con. — Michael R. Burch To live among you — ah! — as among vipers, coldblooded creatures not knowing right from wrong, adoring Trump, hissing and spitting venom. Trump rhymes with chump grump frump lifelong slump illogical jump garbage dump sewage clump sump pump dry **** cancerous lump malignant bump unpleasingly plump slovenly schlump yuge enormous diaper-clad **** and someone we voters are going to thump and whump —Michael R. Burch Putin's Lootin's by Michael R. Burch They’re dropping like flies: Putin’s “allies.” Ah, but who gets their funny money? Two birds with one stone: no dissent, buy a drone. For tyrants the darkest day’s sunny! Preempted by Michael R. Burch Friends, I admit that I’m often tempted to say what I think about Trump, but all such thought’s been preempted by the sight of that Yuge Orange **** Mate Check by Michael R. Burch The editorial board of the Washington Post is “very worried that American women don’t want to marry Trump supporters.” Supporting Trump puts a crimp in dating (not to mention mating). So, ***** dudes, if you’d like to bed intelligent gals, and possibly wed, it’s time to jettison that red MAGA cap and tweet “farewell” to an orange sap. Squid on the Skids by Michael R. Burch Sidney Powell howled in 2020: “The Kraken will roar through the land of plenty!” But she recalled the Terror in 2023 with a slippery, slimy, squid-like plea. The Kraken Cracked by Michael R. Burch She’s singing like a canary. Who says krakens are scary? Squidney said the election was hacked, but when all her lies were unpacked, the crackpot kraken cracked. Now, with a shrill, high-pitched squeal, The kraken has cut a deal. Oh, tell it with jubilation: the kraken is on probation! Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and votes, for you are my retribution. May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats and bigger and deeper moats as part of my sweet resolution? Please consider a YUGE contribution, a mountain of lovely C-notes, for you are my retribution. Revenge is our only solution, since my critics are weasels and stoats. Come, second my sweet resolution! The New Year’s no time for dilution of the anger of victimized GOATs, when you are my retribution. Forget the ****** Constitution! To dictators “ideals” are footnotes. My New Year’s resolution? You are my retribution. Two Trump Truisms by Michael R. Burch When Trump’s the culprit everyone’s a “snitch.” It ain’t a “witch hunt” when the perp’s a witch. Horrid Porridge by Michael R. Burch My apologies to porridge for this unfortunate association with an unwholesome human being. Why is Trump orange, like porridge (though not some we’re likely to forage)? The gods of yore knew long before Trump was born, to a life of deplorage, that his face must conform to the uniform he’d wear for his prison decorage! Dictionary Definition of Trump by Michael R. Burch Trump is a chump; he’s the freep of a frump; he’s an orange-skinned Grinch and, much worse, he’s a Grump!; he’s a creep; he’s a Sheik (sans harem); a skunk!; **** the veep!” he’s a murderous coup d’tot-er in a slump; “Drain the swamps, then refill them with my crocodilian donors!”; Trump is a ****** with insufficient ****** Trump is, as he predicted, a constitutional crisis; Trump is our non-so-sweet American vanilla ISIS; Trump is a thief who will bring the world to grief; Trump is a whiner and our Pleader-in-Chief. Triple Trump by Michael R. Burch No one ever ******* a Trump like Trump. He turned Mar-a-Lago into a dump and spewed filth at the stump like a sump pump while looking like a moulting Orange Hefalump! Trump made the Grinch seem like just another Grump by giving darker Whos a “get lost” lump. No colored child was spared from his Neanderthalic thump. Trump gave fascists a fist-bump, consulted **** servers for an info-dump and invited Russian agents for a late-night **** Don the Con con-sidered laws a speed bump, fired anyone who ever tried to be an ump, and gave every evil known to man a quantum jump. You may think he’s just plump and a chump, with the style of a frump, the posture of a shlump, his brain in a slump, and perhaps too inclined for a porn-star **** while being deprived by his parents of a necessary whump ... but when it comes to political ***** Trump is the **** #TRUMP #DONTHECON #MRBTRUMP #MRBDONTHECON #MRBPOEMS Keywords/Tags: light verse, nonsense verse, doggerel, limerick, humor, humorous verse, light poetry, ***** salacious, ribald, risque, naughty, **** spicy, adult, nature, politics, religion, science, relationships Scratch-n-Sniff by Michael R. Burch The world’s first antinatalist limerick? Life comes with a terrible catch: It’s like starting a fire with a match. Though the flames may delight In the dark of the night, In the end what remains from the scratch? Time Out! by Michael R. Burch Time is at war with my body! am i Time’s most diligent hobby? for there’s never Time out from my low-t and gout and my once-brilliant mind has grown stodgy! Waiting Game by Michael R. Burch Nothing much to live for, yet no good reason to die: life became a waiting game... Rain from a clear blue sky. Nipples' Ripples by Michael R. Burch Men are scared of ******* that’s why they can’t be seen. For if they were, we’d go to war as in the days of Troy, I ween. Devil’s Wheel by Michael R. Burch A billion men saw your pink ****** What will the pard say to you, Sundays? Yes, your ******* were cute, but the shocked Devil, mute, now worries about reckless fundies. A ***** Goes **** by Michael R. Burch She wore near-invisible ******* and, my, she looked good in her scanties! But the real nudists claimed she was “over-framed.” Now she’s bare-assed and shocking her aunties! MVP! by Michael R. Burch Will Ohtani hit 65 homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, make it cute and okay to write KKK while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Will Ohtani hit 65homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, prove the nemesis of white supremacists while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Will Ohtani hit 65 homers, win the Cy Young by striking out Gomers, cause supremacists to cease and desist while inspiring rhyme-challenged poemers? Keywords/Tags: limerick, limericks, double limerick, triple limerick, humor, light verse, nonsense verse, doggerel, humor, humorous verse, light poetry, ***** ribald, irreverent, funny, satire, satirical OTHER LIMERICKS AND POEMS Red State Reject by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" I once was a pessimist but now I’m more optimistic, ever since I discovered my fears were unsupported by any statistic. The Red State Reaction by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Where the hell are they hidin’ Sleepy Joe Biden? And how the hell can the bleep Do so much, IN HIS SLEEP? Mating Calls, or, Purdy Please! Limericks by Michael R. Burch 1. Nine-thirty? Feeling flirty (and, indeed, a trifle ***** I decided to ring prudish Eleanor Purdy ... When I rang her to bang her, it seems my words stang her! She hung up the phone, so I banged off, alone. 2. Still dreaming to hold something skirty, I once again rang our reclusive Miss Purdy. She sounded unhappy, called me “daffy” and “sappy,” and that was before the gal heard me! 3. It was early A.M., ’bout two-thirty, when again I enquired with the regal Miss Purdy. With a voice full of hate, she thundered, “It’s LATE!” Was I, perhaps, over-wordy? 4. At 3:42, I was feeling blue, and so I dialed up Miss You-Know-Who, thinking to bed her and quite possibly wed her, but she summoned the cops; now my bail is due! 5. It was probably close to four-thirty the last time I called the miserly Purdy. Although I’m her boarder, the restraining order freezes all assets of that virginity hoarder! Keywords/Tags: limerick, limericks, nonsense verse, humor, humorous, light verse, mating calls, ***** prudish, lonely, loneliness, longing, America Animal Limericks Dot Spotted by Michael R. Burch There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: "I'll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I'm dressed. I wouldn't change even one spot." Stage Craft-y by Michael R. Burch There once was a dromedary who befriended a crafty canary. Budgie said, "You can't sing, but now, here's the thing— just think of the tunes you can carry! " Honeymoon Not-So-Sweet, or, Clyde Lied! by Michael R. Burch There once was a mockingbird, Clyde, who bragged of his prowess, but lied. To his new wife he sighed, "When again, gentle bride? " "Nevermore! " bright-eyed Raven replied. The Mallard by Michael R. Burch The mallard is a fellow whose lips are long and yellow with which he, honking, kisses his ***** boisterous mistress: my pond’s their loud bordello! The Platypus by Michael R. Burch The platypus, myopic, is ungainly, not ****** His feet for bed are over-webbed, and what of his proboscis? The platypus, though, is eager although his means are meager. His sight is poor; perhaps he’ll score with a passing duck or ****** The Better Man by Michael R. Burch   Dear Ed: I don't understand why you will publish this other guy— when I'm brilliant, devoted, one hell of a poet! Yet you publish Anonymous. Fie! Fie! A pox on your head if you favor this poet who's dubious, unsavor y, inconsistent in texts, no address (I checked!) : since he's plagiarized Unknown, I'll wager! "Of Tetley's and V-2's" or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits" by Michael R. Burch The English are very hospitable, but tea-less, alas, they grow pitiable... or pitiless, rather, and quite in a lather! O bother, they're more than formidable.
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